A Song Offering by Rabindranath Tagore (Source : Gitanjali/Rabindranath Tagore.-New Delhi : Indialog Publications, 2002)
“…..you sit there smiling”
I boosted among men that I had known you. They see your pictures in all works of mine. They come and ask me, “Who is he?” I know not how to answer them. I say, “Indeed, I cannot tell.” They blame and they go away in scorn. And you sit there smiling. I put my tales of you into lasting songs. The secret gushes out from my heart. They come and ask me, “Tell me all your meanings.” I know not how to answer them. I say, “Ah, who knows what they mean!” They smile and go away in utter scorn. And you sit there smiling. And you sit there smiling.
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A Song Offering by Rabindranath Tagore (Source : Gitanjali/Rabindranath Tagore.-New Delhi : Indialog Publications, 2002
“Thou hast made me endless….….”
Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life. This little flute of a reed though hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.
At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.
Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine. Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill.